Good Men Still Exist (4 page)

Chapter 7

A Pleasant Visit

Brandy was blissfully restless due to the sex session she shared with Chris the previous night. Swimming in sweaty sheets, she glanced over at Chris, who was snoring so loudly that he could wake the dead. Feeling as if she’d been freed from the burdens of life she’d been carrying around on her shoulders, Brandy rolled over and looked at the clock on the nightstand. It had already reached 9:23 in the morning.

“Damn, we fucked the night away,” Brandy said softly to herself, following the sentiment with a devilish smirk on her face.

Brandy sat up and slipped her feet into her house shoes, looking the room over in search of her pink satin robe. That was all she needed to cover up with as she spotted it and adorned her curves with it. She made her way to the kitchen to put on a pot of coffee and fix herself and Chris some breakfast, when suddenly, her phone rang.

“Hello?” Brandy answered in a slight whisper, trying not to wake the man who just rocked the hell out of her world.

“Girl . . . you ain’t gon’ believe this shit,” Tasha yelled on the other end.

“What is it, Tasha? What happened?” Brandy asked in a concerned tone.

“Your boy is outta prison on good behavior and he’s lookin’ for you!”

“Oh shit!” Brandy screamed as she dropped the phone on the kitchen tile.

“Brandy! You okay?! Where you at?” Tasha asked. Bending down to pick the phone back up, her hands shaking, Brandy answered her friend.

“I’m here. Did you say Reggie is out? When did . . . how did . . . what is going on here?”

Brandy was instantly in fear for her life and the life of her and Reggie’s seed, Mila. She placed her hand on her belly, having flashbacks of the pain she felt when the second child she once carried died in a miscarriage after Brandy was shot.

“Yesterday, girl. Your grandmother called the job looking for you to tell you, but I guess she didn’t know you had the day off. So she asked me to tell you,” Tasha said.

“Why didn’t she call me?” Brandy asked, still trying to wrap her mind around what Tasha just revealed to her. “She knows my number.”

“She said she tried, but the phone was off the hook. She said she called about five times and got the same dead tone each time. Is everything alright over there, by the way? Why was your phone off the hook?” Tasha teased.

“Yeah, everything is just fine over here. As for the phone being off the hook . . . Chris is still here -- naked and sleepin’!”

“Damn, girl. It’s like that?” Tasha laughed. “How was he?”

“Whatever sexual need I had, he took care of. I think he literally sucked me dry, then turned around and fucked the well right back up again. He was that . . . oh, girl, I gotta go. He’s awake. Thanks for callin’. And I’ll keep an eye out for that baby daddy situation.”

“Hit me up later, girl. Bye,” Tasha ended and hung up. Brandy lay her phone on the counter and turned around to see Chris standing there basking in her glory. He walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, sucking on her neck.

“Hey sexy. Good morning. Everything alright? I heard you yell, so I got up to check on you,” Chris said in a sexy tone, kissing her ear.

“Mornin’, papi. Everything is fine. Just got some shocking news that I wasn’t expecting. But I’m fine. I see you slept well,” Brandy joked, grazing her hand across his chin and briefly tonguing him down.

“I feel . . . free. Like I don’t have a care in the world,” Chris said, smiling and biting his lip. “You know, we could skip breakfast and go in for another round,” Chris whispered in her ear, taking her hand and forcing her to rub his throbbing dick.

“Believe me, I want to. I REALLY want to,” Brandy moaned. “But I got some errands to run. Got some other business to take care of. But I’m sure I’ll steal some time in between to think about you. Might be some touchin’ myself involved in my thoughts.”

“Mmm . . . I like the sound of that,” Chris said, smiling. “Guess I’ll grab my shit and get goin’ so you can handle your business. Keep that pussy tight for me, okay?”

“You know I will,” Brandy said as she watched Chris gather his belongings, put his shoes on, and walk out the door. “Call you later!” she yelled just before the door shut. Immediately after, Brandy’s phone chimed to let her know she had an email. She picked the phone up and noticed it was from Reggie:

What up, girl? I don’t know if you heard by now or not, but I got out yesterday and I wanna come see you. We have some catching up to do. How’s our lil’ girl doin’? I really wanna see you ladies. I have so much to tell you. Let me know if you can.

“Is this nigga serious right now?” Brandy laughed in disbelief. “Does he really think he can come back into our lives just like that? He must be out of his fuckin’ mind if that’s what he thinks!” A second later, the phone rang. Not recognizing the number, she took a chance and answered it.

“Hello?” Brandy answered in an annoyed tone.

“Damn, girl. What’s wrong with you?” It was Reggie.

“Reggie?!? How did you get my number?

“From your grandma. Look, I don’t want any trouble. I don’t wanna fight or argue. I just want to stop by and talk for a little while with you and Mila. Is that cool with you?”

Brandy took a moment and sighed before answering. “Yeah, I guess. Mila is with her aunt for the weekend, though. So it’s just me here. I’ll text you the address, but you can’t stay long. I got shit to do.”

“I got you. Send me the address and I’ll be right over,” Reggie replied. They both hung up and Brandy texted him the address. She then jumped in the shower to collect her thoughts.

I wonder what he really wants
, she thought.
He didn’t sound like himself on the phone. Matter of fact, he sounded . . . normal. Calm. Like he’s had a change. I guess I’ll find out.

Not only did Brandy have thoughts of what was about to take place, but her mind quickly shifted to what took place the night before. She instantly got flustered and decided to have a little fun, digging two fingers in her dripping wet pussy until she came. Once the nut was over, she hopped out of the shower, dried off, and put on matching black bra and panty set, along with a pink tank and blue jeans. She pulled her hair back in a ponytail and put a silver chain around her neck. As soon as she snapped the clasp on her chain, the doorbell ring. Just in time. She ran to her front door and looked through the peephole to see Reggie standing there with a bouquet of white roses in his hand. Her stomach now in knots, she took a deep breath and opened the door.

“Hey Reggie,” Brandy said with amazement rushing over her face from looking at the physical transformation Reggie had gone through. At least fifty pounds lighter, skin clear, teeth white, and rocking a bald fade, Reggie extended the hand holding flowers to her and smiled.

“These are for you,” he said. She relieved him of the flowers and escorted him into her home. He walked in, looked around, and then looked at her. She looked at him and they embraced each other.

“You look well, Reggie. Have a seat,” Brandy said, pointing to the couch. They sat beside each other and Reggie nervously rubbed his thighs. “So, what’s new?” she asked.

“Me. Life. Everything!” Reggie responded excitedly. “How are you and my baby girl doing? I missed you two a lot. I thought about you everyday while I was locked up. I really learned my lesson in there. I cleaned up my act and I want you back. You are too good of a woman to lose. And my daughter -- no, OUR daughter needs us both. What do you say?”

Brandy sat there dumbfounded. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “Reggie, you cannot be serious right now. After all that we went through, you want to just waltz back in here and expect everything to be okay? I don’t know if I can do that all again. You really hurt me, Reggie.”

“Damn, I know. I know, Brandy. But I’m tellin’ you, I’ve changed! I mean, Look at me. Can’t you see that I’ve changed? I mean, I’m lookin’ different, talkin’ different. I even found God in prison. C’mon, girl. Give me another chance. Please?” Reggie begged, sliding closer to Brandy and wrapping his arm around her shoulder. She didn’t reject the embrace. In fact, she missed it a little bit. She missed the way his body felt close to hers. Not another word uttered, she stared at Reggie with his big, hazel eyes and passion rushed over her. Remaining strong, she fought the feeling she had inside.

“Reggie, I just don’t know if I can trust you again,” Brandy said, her voice beginning to tremble. The more she stared at him, the more lust filled her soul. Yet, she held her ground.

“What can I do to change your mind?” Reggie whispered, beginning to breathe on her neck on the spot he remembered drove her up the wall. Brandy instantly flinched, feeling her pussy jump. She crossed her legs and squirmed a little. Breaths because licks as Reggie’s hands began to travel across her breasts, teasing her erect nipples, then journeying between her legs, trying to pry them apart. Brandy willingly gave in and lay down on the couch, allowing Reggie to hover over her, undo her jeans, and lift her shirt up, exposing her bra. Unhooking her bra with one hand, he then placed his hand in her panties, his fingers tickling her
moist coochie. More turned on, he planted wet kisses on her breasts and simultaneously pulled Brandy’s jeans off of her, without her moving too much. His penis engorged, condom already in tact, he entered Brandy slowly but steadily, pleasing her body with long, strong strokes mixed with hard, quick thrusts. Completely forgetting about the night she just had, she immersed herself in the moment and the lioness Reggie once tamed reemerged. Two hours filled with different variations of 69, cowgirl, and every other position imaginable came to a climactic end when they both came at the same time . . . the way they used to.

“Change your mind yet?” Reggie asked, breaking the silence that circled the air.

“Reggie, it’s not that easy,” Brandy replied, sounding ticked off. “I have to think about it for a little while. Please just let me think about it.”

Reggie sat up, forcing Brandy off of him, his now limp dick exiting her pussy. With his cum-filled condom still on, he grabbed his clothes off the floor and began putting them on.

“Wait, Reggie. Don’t leave. I thought you had a lot to talk to me about,” Brandy said as she tried to interrupt his leaving, but no to avail. Fully clothed, he walked towards the door and opened it.

“When you have your mind made up, give me a call,” Reggie snarled, tossing a piece of paper he had in his pocket that contained his contact information. He rolled his eyes, shook his head, and walked out, leaving Brandy completely confused.

Chapter 8

What A Day

“What just happened here?” she said aloud to herself. She ran her hands across her naked body, perplexed as to what just took place. “Was that all he wanted from me? A fuck?! Oh, hell no!” she shouted. “This nigga definitely ain’t getting’ back in my life. Or Mila’s, for that matter!” Brandy collected her clothes off the ground and got back in the shower to wash off the bad feelings Reggie just left her with so she could carry on with the rest of her day.

After grocery shopping, a trip to the cleaners, and a stop at the mall to pick up a few gifts for Mila’s 7
th
birthday coming up in a few days, not to mention the drama-filled morning with Reggie and his shenanigans, Brandy was exhausted. Her exhaustion quickly turned into sadness as she began to think about the wonderful man she had in Chris. He was everything she prayed to God for; he was caring, attentive, loving, honest, and his sex was mind-blowing. She had finally begun to think she hit the jackpot, and here came Reggie again. Needing a friend, she grabbed her phone and called Tasha.

“Tasha, you busy? Can you talk?”

“Nah, I’m good. What’s up, Brandy? Everything good?”

“Um . . . not really. Reggie came over this morning,” Brandy said, afraid of being judged for what she was about to tell Tasha.

“And? What happened? He didn’t hurt you, did he?” Tasha asked.

“No, he didn’t hurt me. As a matter of fact, he was actually on his best behavior. Well, for the most part, he was. He wants me back, Tasha. I wasn’t havin’ it until . . .”

“Until what, Brandy? Please tell me y’all didn’t fuck.” Tasha said, not expecting Brandy to affirm her assumption. Brandy grew silent.

“BRANDY!!! What the hell are you THINKING? What happened to you and Chris? I thought he was your godsend. You cannot throw what y’all have for a fuck-up like Reggie,” Tasha preached, making Brandy feel worse than she was already feeling.

“Okay, Tasha. I get it, okay? I guess I just missed him. I missed the way he made me feel when we were together. I had a weak moment. Sue me!” Brandy scowled back with attitude in her voice.

“I’m just trying to keep you from getting hurt, Brandy. That’s all,” Tasha explained, quickly changing her tone to comfort her already discombobulated friend.

“I know you are. And I appreciate your concern. But this is something I gotta handle on my own. After all, I have a child to consider in all of this. I’ll get at you later, Tasha,” Brandy said somberly as she hung up the phone. She sat at the dinner table in her kitchen quietly for a second, then quickly jumped up and starting pacing the floor back and forth, talking to herself.

“What am I gonna do now? Chris is a wonderful man. I’m really starting to fall in love with him. But Reggie is back and is begging for another shot. God always says we should forgive. But do I let him back in? Oh, I just don’t know what to . . .” Brandy was interrupted by a knock at the door.

“Who is it?” she shouted as she walked towards the door hurriedly trying to make sure her appearance was on point for whoever was on the other side of the door.

“It’s Chris. Can I come in?” Wondering if her day could any more strange, she unlocked the door and let Chris in.

Perturbed, she spoke. “What are you doin’ here, Chris? I been runnin’ around all day. I’m exhausted. And I still gotta go get Mila and do some homework. And what happened to callin’ first?”

“Well damn. Is this a bad time?” Chris joked.

“Actually, yeah it is! Now what?” Brandy snarled, rolling her eyes and swirling her neck like she was telling Chris off.

“Okay, fine. I’ll just leave, then,” Chris responded angrily, turning around to walk away until Brandy stopped him.

“Wait, Chris. I’m sorry. I just had a long, rough day. I’m tired and cranky. I didn’t mean to snap at you, baby. Forgive me. Come in.” She grabbed his hand and pulled him into the house and closed the door.

“You wanna talk about it?” he asked.

“No, not really. I’ll be okay. Just dealing with some issues with Mila’s father, that’s all. Nothing I can’t handle.”

“Anything I can do for you? Want me to kick his ass?” Chris joked.

“Nah, babe. I’m good, trust me. So, what brings you back here?”

“Well, I was on my way to see my mama and decided to stop by and ch . . .” Chris was interrupted by yet another knock at the door.

“FUCK!!!! What now?!” Brandy shouted, officially fed up. She stormed towards the door, aggressively swung it open, and instantly froze.